She could never get used to him touching her like this, could never get used to his kisses, and every time his hands were on her she felt something she had never quite felt before, felt weakened to her very bones. Her eyes fluttered close as his lips crashed down on hers, she felt his chest press against her heaving bosom and she couldn’t help but moan quietly.
His hands seemed just as impatient as he was; they roamed around restlessly massaging her shoulders, her arms, massaging her waist drawing more moans from her as he kissed her with an urgency he himself couldn’t restrain. He released her lips and backed away slightly so he could look down at her flushed face.
“I want to touch you”. He said to her causing a shuddering breath to leave her. “Can i?”.
She was aware that he had never
